Psalms 142

1 A maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I call out to the Lord for help; pleading with the Lord for mercy.

The lernyng of Dauid; `his preier, `whanne he was in the denne. With my vois Y criede to the Lord; with my vois Y preiede hertli to the Lord.

2 I pour out my complaints before him; I tell him what's troubling me.

I schede out my preier in his siyt; and Y pronounce my tribulacioun bifor him.

3 When I'm totally discouraged, you know the direction I should take. But whichever way I go, people set traps for me.

While my spirit failith of me; and thou hast knowe my pathis. In this weie in which Y yede; proude men hidden a snare to me.

4 I look to my right for someone to support me—but no one pays me any attention. There's no safe place for me—no one cares about me at all.

I bihelde to the riyt side, and Y siy; and noon was that knew me. Fliyt perischide fro me; and noon is that sekith my soule.

5 I cry out to you, Lord, for help, saying, “You are the one who keeps me safe; you are all I need in life.

Lord, Y criede to thee, Y seide, Thou art myn hope; my part in the lond of lyueris.

6 Please listen to my sad cry, for I'm feeling very low. Please save me from those who are after me, for they're too strong for me.

Yyue thou tent to my biseching; for Y am maad low ful greetli. Delyuere thou me fro hem that pursuen me; for thei ben coumfortid on me.

7 Release me from my prison so I can praise you for the person you are! Those who live right will gather round me because you have treated me so well.”

Lede my soule out of keping to knouleche to thi name; iust men abiden me, til thou yelde to me.